Police Brutality.
What was there so enthralling and furtive that made me sit there in stillness with my eyes wide exposed? I didn’t know then either now. But this was the day when I bare that death is much for the living as for the dead. I am writing a narrative essay, scary police brutality I happened to witness. I experienced when I was a teenager to show the significance of that event and what I learnt.
It all happened on Tuesday in the year 2012 when I was almost approaching fourteen years old. During that time, I was living in a valley centre in the United States of America with my grandparents and two of my sisters. Our house was built on a rocky land next to a scenic valley which was full of beautiful and lovely plants and some undangerous wild animals. I loved to go on a walk with my elder sister Cathy whose beauty could allow me free passage to every institution or clubs of my choice. On that day, my sister and I were taking a walk to visit the green view club. It was one of the biggest and cheap clubs that ever existed in the town. I wanted to lead, so I walked Infront, and Cathy followed me at the back. It seemed a nice day when we took off the journey the sun excelled on us from over our heads, and all around you would perceive the smooth flow of wind rustling on the leaves of the green scenic jacaranda trees and the buzzing of insects and animals walking under the deep blue sky which was above us. I was fully overjoyed not only by the smell of the flowers around me but also by Cathy’s company to a place I ever longed to be over many years.
We boarded a taxi to town, and within no time we parked outside the club clearing the taxi bill. Immediately we were done with the taxi driver I took the first six steps to the club entrance followed by my sister. While on a motion I heard a murmur from two white men who later I came to know by name as Peter and Robert are talking about peaceful demonstration ongoing within the town that turned worse due to police involvement. I never bothered to concentrate on their words since it was none of my business we made it in the club, and to my surprise, everybody on the floor was thoroughly relishing their time. I grabbed two chairs for my sister and me and then ordered a drink. I had hardly swallowed the first sip of my cold Stoney when I noticed a dark figure behind me. Apparently, I thought it was one of the waiters, but when it didn’t move an inch I decided to turn and take a look, behold there stood a cute young girl maybe 13, she was an Asian with a very long and shiny dark hair beautifully clipped somewhere around the back of her neck. She had a glamorous beckoning eye that shone so beautifully you would think they were golden or something quite startled. I offered her a wide grin, and she smiled back, drilling incredible holes on her cheeks. How are you? I asked her while standing to have a dance together.
Swiftly and without caution, my sister Cathy hurried to the opposite and strapped me aside. Hey! What the hell! I alleged, but just then I heard an appalling commotion created by people. To my amusement, it was the police pushing the demonstrators I heard about. Within no time, the police officers were within the building arrogantly kicking and smacking the innocent people. The place turned worse, and everybody started running out for their life. In the process, three people got shot using a piston mounted on a silencer.
As if this was not enough, they continued to brutalize people. I felt my heart thrashing inside my rib cage. The cold wind wafted on my perspiring skin. Now I knew why Cathy had strapped me.
We hide for a while since we did not want to be attacked by the rouged police. We called to our grandfather who happened to be cabinet secretary for interior before his retirement from politics. He made some connections, and after about thirty minutes, every police was nowhere to be seen, and the dead were rushed to the mortuary and those who had injuries to the hospital. We set off back home worrying about what had happened, irrespective of the situation everything twisted out too well after all.
Even though it has been many years, this story will stay in my mind. I recall the day a lot and am grateful that my grandfather protected me from the hands of rouged police. I also learned that I should be more cautious when it comes to hiking out. That’s why that was an important event in my life.